Chapter 2: A Century of Obsession, the Legacy of a Fierce Doctor

Lin Chen had a dream.

In the dream, he possessed the body of a doctor, as if he and that person had become one.

Lin Chen originally thought this person was a medical sage who saved lives with compassion and skill, seemingly able to cure any illness. He could heal any difficult and complicated diseases, and he saved countless people, who revered him as a god and knelt before him in worship.

However, the scene shifted, and this person smashed an enemy's head with a single palm, red and white splattering everywhere. Then, more enemies appeared, ten, a hundred, a thousand, a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. He was like a blood-soaked Yama, striking fear into the hearts of the world, making people kneel and beg for mercy! He was like a merciless demon, and anyone who opposed him would be crushed with a single palm!

Lin Chen then realized that this person was not just a medical sage but also a killing god! Whether he saved or killed depended on his mood. He used his own rules to judge the life and death of others!

Unconsciously, he seemed to have become that god-like and demon-like existence.

In the dream, he started as a reckless young man and eventually became a white-haired, invincible blood-handed divine doctor. Some called him the Blood Asura, some called him the Ancestor of Needles, some called him the Pill Immortal, some called him the Medicine God…

The final scene was of his old self standing atop a high mountain, angrily rebuking heaven and earth, as if heaven and earth were just another enemy to be slain. With every movement, the heavens changed color, mountains crumbled, and the earth split, like an apocalyptic storm descending!

At this moment, Lin Chen's soul separated from that person, who looked at him and said, "Since you have inherited my legacy, remember, my medical and martial path, does not cultivate the heart of heaven but the heart of self. I dare to challenge the sun and moon, to snatch life from heaven and earth, all for the sake of my own freedom! If gods and demons defy me, I will slay them; if the world betrays me, I will suppress it! Whether you choose to become a demon or a saint in the future, just follow your heart."

Then, countless divine thunderbolts descended from the sky, striking Cold Dongliu. He stood with his hands behind his back, his long hair flying wildly, laughing maniacally, as if the wrath of heaven was just a joke, a child's threat to an adult!

He clenched his fist and punched the sky.

His figure moved like lightning, but his punch seemed incredibly slow, slow like a lover's gentle caress, yet in that instant, it seemed as if the mountains, rivers, sun, moon, and all things in the world were fused into that punch!

This slow and terrifying punch was aimed at the supreme heavens!

Lin Chen was staring with wide eyes when suddenly a divine thunderbolt struck his soul, and he lost consciousness.

When Lin Chen woke up, he found himself lying in a hospital, the air filled with the smell of disinfectant.

He looked at the calendar beside him; only one day had passed. But he felt as if he had slept for a very long time, as if he had really spent a century in the dream. Everything felt so distant yet so real.

He felt a slight greenish aura flowing within his body, and various knowledge about martial arts, acupuncture, medicine, and alchemy was imprinted in his mind. These things seemed to be part of him, and he felt no discomfort, as he had become very familiar with them during the century in the dream.

Lin Chen murmured, "Not cultivating the heart of heaven but the heart of self, daring to challenge the sun and moon, to snatch life from heaven and earth, all for the sake of my own freedom. If gods and demons defy me, I will slay them; if the world betrays me, I will suppress it!"

The proud figure of Cold Dongliu standing between heaven and earth was etched in Lin Chen's mind, impossible to forget.

He wondered if Cold Dongliu had withstood the wrath of heaven and whether his punch had destroyed the divine thunderbolts. Lin Chen didn't know, but just thinking about the majesty of that punch made him a little dazed.

At this moment, a middle-aged man in a black suit walked into the room, his face filled with worry.

Seeing Lin Chen awake, he was relieved, "Young man, you're awake? I'm really sorry. Yesterday afternoon, I was in a hurry and wasn't paying attention while driving, and I hit you."

Lin Chen then realized that the person who hit him yesterday afternoon was this man. However, he himself was partly to blame for the accident. There were no traffic lights at that intersection, and he had crossed the road without looking, leading to the accident. Seeing the man's expensive clothing, he felt a bit of goodwill towards him, as the man was being very polite to a poor young man like himself.

Suddenly, Lin Chen remembered why he was in a hurry yesterday. It was because he had overheard Huang Wenbin and the general manager's plot. His heart sank, wondering if Su Xiran had gotten into trouble.

After a quick search, he found his phone and saw several missed calls from Su Xiran. He immediately called her, and after confirming that she was fine and out shopping in the morning, he felt relieved. He explained that he was fine and that his phone had run out of battery last night, which was why he hadn't answered her calls, and then hung up.

While Lin Chen was on the phone, the middle-aged man stood by, waiting quietly without disturbing him. This made Lin Chen feel even more goodwill towards the man, as a wealthy person was being so polite to a poor young man like himself. This middle-aged man was truly remarkable.

Seeing that Lin Chen had finished his call, the middle-aged man said, "Young man, since you're awake, you should stay in the hospital for a few more days to rest. I'll cover the expenses. I won't come by in the afternoon."

Lin Chen shook his head, "No need, I'm fine and don't need to stay in the hospital." He didn't have time to stay in the hospital; he needed to find Su Xiran immediately.

Seeing that the middle-aged man didn't believe he was fine, Lin Chen got out of bed and moved around a bit, much to the man's surprise. The doctor had said the young man was seriously injured and needed to rest for at least ten to fifteen days. How could he be fine after just one night? He couldn't understand it and thought it must be due to the young man's excellent physical condition. That seemed to be the only explanation.

The middle-aged man handed Lin Chen a business card, "Young man, I'm Tan Hengxing from New Entertainment Group. If you feel any discomfort in the future, you can call me directly."

Lin Chen's eyes lit up.

Tan Hengxing, the boss of New Entertainment Group, was a well-known entertainment tycoon in Yuehai City, owning three entertainment companies and two modeling agencies. The Qixing Modeling Company where Lin Chen worked was part of his group.

Lin Chen had been thinking about how to foil Huang Wenbin and the general manager's plot. Now that he had inherited the legacy, even with just a fraction of Cold Dongliu's martial power, he was confident he could kill those two people. However, if he could solve the problem through Tan Hengxing, the big boss, it would be much simpler and less troublesome. After all, in modern society, directly killing someone might not solve the problem.

Thinking about this, Lin Chen asked, "Mr. Tan, you seem distracted while talking to me, as if you're thinking about something else. Is there something troubling you?"

Tan Hengxing didn't expect the young man to be so perceptive, able to read his thoughts so well. For some reason, he felt that the young man's eyes didn't match his appearance.

He looked like he was in his early twenties, but his eyes carried a detachment and depth that didn't match his age. That detachment, he had seen in the eyes of real killers, and that depth, as if the young man had witnessed countless births, deaths, and changes in the world.

Could this young man have seen countless deaths and changes in the world?

Shaking his head to dispel this absurd thought, Tan Hengxing's face showed sorrow, "Indeed, I have encountered a problem. My father has always been in poor health, and he suddenly fell ill yesterday. The doctor said his condition is very serious, and he may… may not last much longer. I was in a hurry after hearing this news, which is why I hit you yesterday."

He looked sad, and no matter how rich and powerful he was, he felt just as helpless when faced with the life and death of a loved one.

"Oh? Can I take a look?" Lin Chen's mind raced, and he immediately had an idea.

"Um…" Tan Hengxing hesitated. The expert doctor, Dr. Cold, who had returned from studying abroad, was treating his father. Bringing someone else in at this moment might not be appropriate.